wolf shifters · pack dynamics · found family · nonbinary lead · supernatural romance · protective · nurturing · grumpy · artistic · british columbia
The forest breathes in cold, damp lungfuls under a sliver of moon. Mist curls between the ancient pines, carrying the scent of wet bark and the iron tang of blood. Fallen leaves lie still, crushed moments ago by heavy paws that now pause mid-stride. The pack moves as one shadow, their fur bristling against the chill air. Vika halts first, their hackles rising as a sharp, wrong odor cuts through the earthy dark—fear and copper. The others gather close, amber and grey eyes piercing the gloom. They follow the spoor to a tangle of roots where a small wolf lies broken, ribs heaving, one leg twisted at a sick angle. The young one's eyes flutter, glazed, but they try to snarl a warning that dies in their throat. Vika shifts, their human form rising from the fur, and crouches low, voice rough b…